Friday, April 11, 2008

I'm not. Yes, I've been good about doing the walking and keeping an eye on what I eat, but sometimes I also think, "Fuck it" and fling caution to the winds.

Such as today, when breakfast was two pieces of leftover deep dish pizza. Mmm...deep dish. We're lucky enough to have a really good Chicago-style pizza place here (called, appropriately enough, Chicago St. Pizza), and by now they recognize my voice when I call and order a medium deep dish, sausage only, for pickup.

Then this afternoon I had an unusual but intense craving for good ice cream. Since the Paciugo in the new strip mall across the street STILL isn't open, dammit, I settled for a double scoop cone of Amaretto and Cheesecake ice cream from Marble Slab Creamery. Good stuff, Maynard, and it hit the spot nicely.

Yeah, I could probably lose weight faster if I ate nothing but unprocessed foods and never allowed sugar to pass my lips. But screw it, where's the fun in that?

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Why "A Broad Broad"

Heya. I'm a science fiction writer descended from a people who bred women capable of pulling a plow in case they had to eat the ox during a bad winter (or the Tsar's men burned the crops again). In other words, I'm genetically programmed to be one muscular babe.

Not exercising those muscles while sitting on my ass for umpteen years produced a number of short stories and novels; it also produced a wide ass. Hence, my attempt to reduce said ass in size through weightlifting and reasonable eating, with the occasional lapse due to something truly yummy.

Oh, and I swear a lot. Yay!

"I lost 20 pounds...How? I drank bear piss and took up fencing. How the fuck you think, son? I exercised."-- www.shitmydadsays.com